King of the Hill, Season 7

Dale Gribble:
Look at all those pests out there. I wonder if we'll ever win this war.

Sheila:
Don't you just find the mating habits of animals fascinating? When a pigeon wants to mate, it makes this noise. Coo. Coo.

Dale Gribble:
Interesting. When cockroaches want to mate, they flush all the air out their book gloves. It sounds kinda like (gasp).

Sheila:
Coo. Coo.

Dale Gribble:
(gasp)

Sheila:
Well, it's getting late. You want to go downstairs. I got us a room, I'm warming up some brandy in the coffeemaker.

Dale Gribble:
Wait a second. Are you attempting to know me?

Sheila:
Dale, you're one of the sweetest, gentlest, funniest men I've ever met.

Dale Gribble:
True, but Sheila, I'm married.

Sheila:
It's just us tonight. (She tries to kiss Dale)

Dale Gribble:
Oh no, Missy. There are 3 people here tonight. You, me, and my wife. I've taken two oaths in my life: One to the NRA, and the other to Nancy Hicks-Gribble. Nay, Nancy Hicks. I stood in front of God and all my friends, swearing to be an honorable and truthful man. So I'm not going to lie, I, I have felt a very small, insect-like attraction for you. But my wife is the greatest woman there ever was! I think you should go. (Sheila leaves) (pigeons cooing) Jeez, woman, take a hint. You heard me. I love my wife.